1 How impossible it is to explain the holy significance contained in the one word: Nodegikelamsomeusoqrestfomcult!
2 It is said that stories from long ago have been polished over time - with so many retellings - that only the pure wisdom remains. Thus every sentence and every action, even if unintelligible, is symbolic of some deep human truth.
3 Although further evidence suggests that embellishments and changes added by cultures with differing norms can change the story quite substantially.
4 So, in essence, the one word ‘Nodegikelamsomeusoqrestfomcult’ is packed with meaning, and completely unintelligible. No known etymology reveals anything. Graphing the numerical relationships on a set of axis, even looking at the spaces between the relationships, quickly becomes a game of spot-the-shape-in-the-clouds.
5 Everyone knows the word, and the word contains everyone. Trace elements of its storied past can be discerned from folklore.
6 When exactly, did the civilization of the glass planet Lamestroisis, home to the Sacred Mountain Library of Maur, form the extra syllables in the word? It seems to be the most recent addition.
7 Once upon a time, King Frowm awoke, earlier than usual and even before many of the morning villagers, with a sense of unease. The light was all wrong. Reflections jagged and moving along the ground, like tiny schools of fish. Dancing along the pavement he saw outside his window. It was the wrong season for that, and many others would soon be awake and frightened.
8 He summoned his servants and scientists. All were equally baffled. His only hope was the library. He held a public address and bade the village get on with business. He himself would give bi-hourly updates and comb the libraries along with the scientists.
9 Meanwhile, the proprietor of a local tavern asked the village drunk what he thought of everything. His name was Plothe and he was old, unemployed, and lived off charity mostly, along with a meager savings. His addictions had cost him everything and he was slowly trying to run out of life before he ran out of money or goodwill. He looked wretched but was known as friendly if you struck up a conversation with him. He would be expecting money out of it though, so he was avoided by most.
10 Plothe mentioned something to the bartender about an astronomy teacher he once had in the far away land where he grew up. Plothe was an educated dropout of multiple subjects. His addictions making him unable to complete any task that may take longer than half a year. But he still had the textbook.
11 This teacher had been trying to get the book published but refused to make any changes the publisher wanted, so he made copies for each of his classes and taught out of those. He mentioned the days when the glass streets would swim.
12 After many hours, Plothe showed his textbook to the king, the king showed it to his scientists who all agreed that it was an entry-level astronomy textbook. Pragmatic, but not revolutionary. They told the king that Plothe was taking them for a ride. Having many other things on his mind, the king did not formally banish Plothe, but sent him and his book back to the tavern with a small stipend. He thought Plothe had genuinely been trying to help.
13 Plothe reviewed his book, some notes of his in the back, and wrote a dedication to the owner of the tavern, who kept the book as a gift and stored it downstairs, in his lowest basements for premiere aging.
14 It was from these notes, discovered after the ruination of the glass planet, that the first complete mention of that most holy of utterances ‘Nodegikelamsomeusoqrestfomcult’ was to be found. The planet Lamestroisis had no contact with other civilizations, and thus, no way to have the partial word, much less a revolutionary addition. But its completeness cannot be denied. And its study remains a perplexingly life-consuming task, like a biologist becoming enamored with the folds of a protein, discovering limitless wonders within each perforation.